VERY short update as this is a mere interlude to what's ahead for this story. Do not be alarmed on the shortness I promise to update the next chapter either today or tomorrow! :) (it's good to be on summer break!)

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Here we get a little Britain POV at the world conference. No America or Canada in this (which might explain the shortness of this chapter hehe!)

Enjoy!

Chaos.

That was the only word Britain could think of when he thought about how things had become in the last few days. With France's murder came sadness, fear, paranoia and lots of doubts as to who could have done such a thing.

The fear he felt though was different from the fear felt by any other country; when the world council met the day following the murder three seats had become empty at the table, and while nobody noticed that the farthest chair on the left had been Canada's everyone knew who had always sat in the chair at the center end of the table.

America. He had been the prime suspect from the beginning and was now nowhere to be found. It didn't look good for his son and now as he looked back at the small chair on the other side of the room Britain couldn't help but to think of the last time he had seen Matthew and Alfred in front of his office.

Did that mean that Matthew was an accomplice? Or had he been kidnap? When Britain had brought up the subject to the table though no one had cared about the fate of the younger twin; all that mattered now was to find America and do worst than he had done to Francis.

"He needs to be executed as we do in my country!" China had spoken angrily.

But Russia had budged in, but with his signature cold, happy self. "No I think my country's capital punishment ideas are better than any of yours and so we should use them instead."

"Nein! " Germany spat. "My country is known for its torture capability and I shall do to America what I should have done to him all those years ago!"

Through the mix of voices fighting out to ways to get America and Seychelles's crying in the corner of the room accompanied with Hungary who was doing her best to calm the small woman Britain sat in his seat, his eyes set on the third chair. Damn he had fought with France for centuries but through it all they had always remained sort of friends. And now it pained him to know that he would never hear the Frenchman laugh again...

The meeting room door bashed opened and a smaller country – Latvia, Britain thought – ran inside the room. He got next to Russia, bringing his hands to his knees and doing his best to catch his breath.

"Sir! We found America! We know where his hideout is!"

As Britain watched Russia pet his little country friend's head he slowly got up to his feet. Everyone was quiet and didn't dare to move as the Englishman got up, tears slowly forming to the corner of his eyes. They knew it, after all, that America was his son, and that no matter what Britain would have been the one to take care of the kid.

Britain walked around the table and got to Latvia who was shaking like a leaf. He took his turn to pat the head of the short blonde country and smiled. "Thank you kindly for all of your work, little country. You did good, good indeed."

Latvia smiled and Britain saw that even the kid had been crying about this whole deal.

Britain then looked around the council table and gave the three empty chairs one last look before talking.

"Let's go then. But I'm the one that shall deal with him in the end."

Sorry again for the length! Be back real soon with more! :D